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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Monks,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.