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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.