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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.