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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.