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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.