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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.