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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.