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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
CMW,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.