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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.