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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.