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 Morocco 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.