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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.