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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Quantec,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.