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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.