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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
The Names,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.