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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.