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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Can,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Crime,
UT,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.