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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.