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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Human League 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Visage,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.