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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.