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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Brick,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.