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 Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Smog,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.