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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.