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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Niagra,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.