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 China and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.