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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.