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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
June of 44,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.