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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.