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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Deakin,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.