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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Faust,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.