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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
The Index,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.