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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.