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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.