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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
AZ,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.