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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
10cc,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.