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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.