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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
UT,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.