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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Model 500,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.