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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
MC5,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.