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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.