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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.