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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
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.