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 Uganda 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Franke,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.