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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.