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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.