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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.