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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.