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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.