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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.