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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Monks,
Index,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.