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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.