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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.