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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Can,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.