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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.