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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Visage,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.