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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.