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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.