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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.