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 Gambia and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.