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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Trux 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.