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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.