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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.