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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Cure to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.