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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.