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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.