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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.