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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.