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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
DNA,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Unwound,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.