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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.