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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.