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 France and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
the Human League,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.