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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.