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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.