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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.