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 Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.