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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.