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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.