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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.