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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.