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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.