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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
UT,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.