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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.