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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.