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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.