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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.