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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Slave,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Oblivians,
New Order,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
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.