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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Count Five to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.