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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.