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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Index,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.