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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.