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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Section 25,
ABC,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.