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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.