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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.