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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.