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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.