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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.