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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.