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 Guinea 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Index,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.