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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.