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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.