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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.