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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.