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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.