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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.