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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.