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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.