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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.