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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.