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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
the Normal,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.