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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.