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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.