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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.