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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.