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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.