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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.