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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.