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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.