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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
JFA,
Zapp,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
The Litter,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.