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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.