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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.