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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.