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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Can,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.