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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.