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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
a-ha,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.