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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.