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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.