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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.