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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.