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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
UT,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.