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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.