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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.