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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Faraquet 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Neu!,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Q65,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.