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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.