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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.