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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Index,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.