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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.