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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The Names,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.