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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.