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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.