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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.