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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.