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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.