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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.