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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.