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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.