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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.