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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.