Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.