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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.