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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.