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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Pylon,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.