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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Index,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.