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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.