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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Harmonia,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.