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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.