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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
10cc,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.