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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.