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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.