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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.