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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.