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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.