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 Finland and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
The Names,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.