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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.