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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
DNA,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.