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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.