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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.