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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.