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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.