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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.