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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Gong,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.