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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
cv313,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.