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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.