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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.