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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.