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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.