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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
the Human League,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.