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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.