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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
UT,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.