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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.