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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.