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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.