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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.