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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Index,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.