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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.