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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.