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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.