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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Smog,
Scion,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.