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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
UT,
Franke,
Unwound,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.