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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.