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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.