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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.