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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.