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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Urselle to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
The Victims,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.