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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.