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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.