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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.