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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Standells to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.