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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.