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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.