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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.