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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.