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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.