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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.