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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.