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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Whodini,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.