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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.