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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.