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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.