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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.