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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Television,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.