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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Crime,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.