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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.