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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.