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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.