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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.