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 Brunei 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.