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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Scion,
CMW,
New Order,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.