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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.