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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.