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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.