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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.