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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.