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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bar-Kays to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Can,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.