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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.