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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
New Order,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Wings,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.