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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Raincoats to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.