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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
The Move,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.