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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.