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 Liechtenstein 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.