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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.