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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.