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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Monks,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.