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-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.