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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.