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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.