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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.