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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
MC5,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.