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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.