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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Cameo,
The Evens,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.