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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.