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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.