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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
UT,
Technova,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.