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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.