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 Uzbekistan 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 Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.