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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.