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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.