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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.