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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 snare 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Organ,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.