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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.