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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.