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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.