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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.