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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s 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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.