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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.