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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.