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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.