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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 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 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.