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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.