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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.