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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.