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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.