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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Junior Murvin 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.