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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moleskins to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.