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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Magma,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.