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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.