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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.