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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.