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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.