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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.