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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.