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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.