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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.