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 Bolivia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
The Human League,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.