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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
John Holt,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.