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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.