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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Wire,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.