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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.