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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.