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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Visage,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.