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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.