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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.