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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Pole,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.