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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Franke,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Index,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.