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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry 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 disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.