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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.