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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Scion,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.