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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.