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 Zambia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.