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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cramps to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.