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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.