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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.