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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.