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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Television,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.