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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.