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 France and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Can,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.