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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.