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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
10cc,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.