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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Monolake,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.