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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.