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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.