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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.