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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.