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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
PIL,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.