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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.