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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Can,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.