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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Fear,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.