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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.