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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.