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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Can,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.