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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.