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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Monks,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.