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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.