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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.