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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Count Five to the disco 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.