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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Seeds to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.