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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.