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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Audionom,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.