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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Index to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Nas,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.