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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.