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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.