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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.