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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.