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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.