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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.