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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.