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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.