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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Star Department to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.