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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Pole,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.