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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.