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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.