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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.