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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.