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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.