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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Hoover,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.