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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.