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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.