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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.