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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.