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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.