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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.