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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.