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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol 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?
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.