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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Monks,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.