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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.