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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.