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 China and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.