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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.