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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.