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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.