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 Finland 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.