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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.