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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Television,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.