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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.