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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Minny Pops 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.