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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.