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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.