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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.