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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.