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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.