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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.