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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.