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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.