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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.