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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.