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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.