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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Magma,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.