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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Can,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.