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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.