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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
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.