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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Can,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.