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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.