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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.