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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Human League to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.