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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.