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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.