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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.