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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.