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 Oman 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.