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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.