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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 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 Skatalites to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.