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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.