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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
X-102,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.