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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.