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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
10cc,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.