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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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?
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.