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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.