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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
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.