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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.