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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
UT,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.