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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.