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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Franke,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.