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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.