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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alphaville 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.