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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.