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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Index,
10cc,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.