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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Suicide,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.