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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.