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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.