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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.