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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.