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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.