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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.