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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
June Days,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.