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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.