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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 DNA to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.