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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.