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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Japan,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.