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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.