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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.