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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.