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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Magma,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.