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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.