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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.