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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.