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 Belarus 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.