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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
UT,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.