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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.