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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.