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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.