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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Echospace to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.