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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.