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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.