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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Gong,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.