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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.