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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.