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 Palau 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.