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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.