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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.