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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.