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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.