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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.