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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Martian to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.