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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.