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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.