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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.