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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.