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 Namibia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.