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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.