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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Marine Girls,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.