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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.