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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.