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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.