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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Standells to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.