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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.