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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.