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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.