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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
cv313,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
CMW,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.