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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.