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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Index,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.