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 Singapore 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.