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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.