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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
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.