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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Can,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.