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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Searchers to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.