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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.