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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
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 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 The Count Five to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.