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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.