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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.