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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.