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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.