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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.