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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.