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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.