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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.