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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.