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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.