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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.