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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.