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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.