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 Senegal 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.