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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Television,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Wings,
Can,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.