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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.