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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.