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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.