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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.