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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Urselle,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.