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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Deakin,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.