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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.