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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.