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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
the Association,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.