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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.