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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Index,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.