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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.