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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.