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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.