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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.