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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.