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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.