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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.