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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Index,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.