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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Little Man,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.