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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.