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 Hungary and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Pole,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.