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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.