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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Little Man,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.