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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Human League to the techno 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Slave,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.