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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Japan,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Organ,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.