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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Qualms,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.