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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.