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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.