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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.