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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.