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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.