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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.