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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Brick,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.