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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.