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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.