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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
X-102,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.