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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.