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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.