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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.