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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.